Caroline: I’m an existentialist.
Eberlin: Uh – you’re a what?
Caroline: I’m an ext – isn’t that the right word?
Eberlin: I would say “exhibitionist” is more to the point.
Caroline: What’s an existentialist, then?
Eberlin: Well, it’s slightly more complex than romping around naked. – From the film “A dandy in aspic’ (1968)
Ah, Summer is here in all her glory; a blissful time marred only by the widespread display of naked flesh. Buxom women abound, flaunting their wobbly bits. I am reminded of my dad’s comment upon regarding a woman who considered it in order to reveal her ample curves in a tiny bikini on a crowded beach: without a trace of irony, he said “It must be jelly, because jam don’t shake”.
This memory made me smile as I added the gelatin to my chicken in aspic, a dish my dad was very fond of. My dad has been much on my mind over the past few days. I can’t stop thinking how delighted he would be at the frivolity of my new job. He often spoke of his dream to pack in the corporate world and open a fishing bait shop on a beach, wear shorts and go barefoot every day; the male equivalent of Shirley Valentine, if you will. I raised my glass of celebratory bubbly to him and wondered what my hairdresser-mother would make of this caper.
This photo is for Paula, who asked about it:
It is a scale model mannequin used for life drawing. I’ve had mine since high school, his name is Maurice and he is a stalwart keeper of secrets.
And the rose is for everybody, I’m generous that way …